Two toy Pomeranians were half hidden in the great rug.

The walls were of light blue, soft, yet full of color, and the carpet, of some plain material, was of the same shade.

The perfume of flowers--the faint sweetness of mimosa and the sicklier fragrance of hyacinths--seemed almost overwhelming, for the fire was warm and the windows closed.

By the side of Penelope's chair were a new novel and a couple of illustrated papers, and Mr.Jacks noticed that although a paper cutter was lying by their side the leaves of all were uncut.
"These questions," he said, "may seem to you irrelevant, yet please answer them if you can.

Mr.Hamilton Fynes, for instance,--was he, to your knowledge, acquainted with Mr.Richard Vanderpole ?" "I have never heard them speak of one another," Penelope answered.